On the highest shelf
 Where you'll find she
 Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies
 Find a wooden step
 Place it carefully
 Lodge it between the couplets
 And apostrophes
 Blindfold your brain
 Feel your way for me
 In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee
 
 A letter for each limb
 A rhyme for every time
 His brain guides she to poetry
 Read it down the line
 Behind my creaking ledger,
 Ink stains record the weather
 Following her twists and turns 
 Like a feather
 
 So long as I hold her
 And sleep with an umbrella
 The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather.